Many things trigger memories; a sound, a picture, a scent...
What mixed memories smells bring me,
The aroma of pancakes was the norm on
Sundays spent with my Grandparents,
The whiff of a heady perfume worn on
a first date by a girl who became my
first true love,
The thick and odorous beginnings of
unwashed dungarees worn by eighty
new recruits at Navy boot camp,
Then the unwelcome miasma of
diesel fumes in the darkness that
first night in a war torn and
But today it's the happy atmosphere
that pancakes create for my child who
has his own scented memories ahead.